He got it down to Glaspell's, some say,--and some say he didn't.
But, anyhow, Betty Glaspell has been sick with something, and they haven't let folks in there this week," finished Jill, her eyes big with terror.
"The Glaspells?
But what was David doing down there ?" "Why, you know,--he told us once,--teaching Joe to play.

He's been there lots.

Joe is blind, you know, and can't see, but he just loves music, and was crazy over David's violin; so David took down his other one--the one that was his father's, you know--and showed him how to pick out little tunes, just to take up his time so he wouldn't mind so much that he couldn't see.

Now, Jack, wasn't that just like David?
Jack, I can't have anything happen to David!" "No, dear, no; of course not! I'm afraid we can't any of us, for that matter," sighed Jack, his forehead drawn into anxious lines.

"I'll go down to the Hollys', Jill, the first thing tomorrow morning, and see how he is and if there's anything we can do.